Bab 165: Red lace

Sunday, 7 Eastbourne Rd.

Marco was sporting a frown on his face, jaw clenched firmly. A hiss passed his mouth gracelessly as the medic applied antiseptic on his wound. The two of them sat inside the ambulance. He was on another case with the blond psychologist, one that almost got them both killed. 

It started only as a missing person case that turned into some international debacle.

Marco thanked the medic as he got off the ambulance, holding his shoulder, where a bullet grazed him. His eyes drifted to Levi a short distance away, who was having a brief conversation with Anna, the two seemingly finished in their usual annoying sibling rivalry way. Levi walked towards him with the same confident swagger; lips were cracking into a self-satisfied grin.

"You called Anna." Marco commented, earning a non-committal nod from the blond, "Of course, I'd hate to deal with Lisa if I get you accidentally killed," he said.